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[JEMISSA CROCKET]

Jemissa did not look presentable as she sat in the back of the auditorium classroom, unable to properly focus on the teacher. She was wearing the first thing she could find, which consisted of a green tanktop, a green hoodie, black skinny jeans, and some red Converse. Her hair was an excellent sign of how stresses and tired she was. It was in a disarray, more than usual, and that was saying something. She didn't have time to brush it before she left the hospital and headed to her classroom and took a seat near the back, slumping and threatening to fall asleep.

Why was this such an issue?

This was her psychology class.

Usually, she sat near the front, bright and up and prepared, answering questions and making her input clear. The last couple of days, though, it's been like this, like something had changed.

Well, two things had.

One, Jamie was hurt. Seriously hurt, though he would make it with painkillers. Probably not without an addiction, though, and that would not be easy to deal with for either of them. Jemissa was so worried about him constantly, it was surprised she even went to class and through the motions. But she had to, because she had to finish out and take her finals before Jamie was clear to travel, because as soon as he was, they were going to go to the happiest place on Earth and far away from this city. So that whole thing was a big change.

The second thing? Spun off of the first, but big enough to count on it's own.

Jemissa had started drinking again.

Which was a bit of a bad idea, but it wasn't really the same as it was before. She was staying off drugs, at least. And this wasn't social drinking, not at all. At night, after visiting hours were over and the nurse told her she had to go home, she would go back to her dorm and drink away, polishing off half a bottle of whatever hard liquor she had picked up on the way before passing out, the only way she could sleep. Self-medicating was never a good idea, but some sleep was better than no sleep.

Though the hangovers were awful as hell.

So, yes, she was hungover, but she was also very worried. Too worried to focus, almost. And while she was tired, she had coffee this morning (at Starbucks, no less, and that was another sign of the apocalypse), so she was jittery. Her foot was tapping and she was tapping her pencil on her empty notebook page, muffling the sound it would have made.

Thoughts of Jamie ran through her head and filled it, and she hardly noticed her pencil fly right out of her hand and hit the desk next to her, probably marking on their notes. She didn't even turn to look until a few moments later, when she decided she wanted to write something down.

Oh.

"Can I have that back?" she whispered apologetically, though the tone obviously wasn't going to be clear through her whisper. She didn't even realize that she was probably coming off as a total bitch. Jiminy was on her shoulder shaking his head and facepalming, but the other person wouldn't have seen that unless they were another reincarnate and they knew it.

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[ABIGAIL DUSTIN]

Sometimes, Abigail woke up and had a moment of "oh yeah, that's right...I have to go to class". Living off-campus could really put a damper in your morning plans when you realized you had an early class to get to and had stayed up all night.

Though, in her defense, staying up all night meant work.

Thankfully, Marley had spent the night at Abby's parent's apartment because...oh yeah, that's right. Abigail had planned this so she could actually get to Barrie early for once. Despite the class being for her minor, both Abby and Fairy Godmother loved psychology and they knew from experience that good seats filled up quickly. Shaking her head and subsequently getting body glitter all over her covers, Abigail padded into her bathroom and took a shower, washing all the night's horrors away.

One of the dancers, Brandi (yes, that was her legitimate name, not her stage name), had slept with the DJ (a big no-no, but these girls still did it because apparently "lanky, sweaty skeeze" was appealing) when Apple (stage name, Abigail had no care to know her real name), who had an on-again off-again thing with the DJ, was supposedly on-again. Brandi and Apple began duking it out in the most classless way possible: smacking, pulling hair-extensions out, and, of course ripping each other's clothes off. The male security guard, who was supposedly there to make sure such a thing didn't happen, was having too much fun video taping it with his phone to stop the madness. So disgusting. Abigail had side-stepped the hoe-down and left the club before she lost brain cells via second-hand stupid.

Now that she was fresh and clean, ready for a day of learning, Abigail raced through the motions of getting ready: makeup, hair styling, getting dressed. It was an off day for her, unfortunately: the outfit was simple and lacking accessories, and Abby didn't even have a cute bag to match it! Stuffing the Fairy Godmother's wand, which was disguised as a bobby pin, into her pocket, Abby ran out of the apartment building and caught the nearest taxi.

...

Abby knew as soon as she sprinted to the doors, she was too late for her typical seat. Swearing, Abigail took a seat in the back, giving the slightest of a dismissive look at all her sleeping peers. If she had to get up after only three hours of sleep because of a legitimate job, these losers could get up, right? A little while later, Abigail was dutifully taking notes and SMACK. A pencil landed on her notebook, marking it only in the slightest. What the hell? Abby gave a glance around and realized it had come from the girl beside her, one of the ones who looked way "out of it", to be put nicely.

"Can I have that back?"

Abigail was a little taken aback by her tone. Lips pressed together, Abby grabbed the pencil and was about to tell her where exactly she could have it when Abby noticed the slight glow around the other student. Squinting, Abby even noticed a little...what was that? A cricket? on her shoulder, shaking its head. Inside Abby's head, Fairy Godmother confirmed that yes, the other girl was an incarnate. Since she seemed to be a kindred spirit, Abigail took a breath and realigned her features to a nicer look, forgetting the bitchy tone of earlier. "Sure can," Abby said, flicking her fingers towards the girl. By magic, the pencil jumped the spaces between the two desks, landing neatly on a notebook. "Can't say you'll need it...class is almost over and you haven't done anything."

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[JEMISSA CROCKET]

Jemissa slightly recognized the girl from this class obviously, but didn't remember her name, if she even knew it. While she wasn't unfriendly, Jemissa didn't really socialize after class, especially now. She had too many things to do, and by that, she meant she was too busy going to hang out with Jamie or Cleo. So honestly, she didn't expect the girl to be nice to her, and didn't care either which way.

Jiminy, on the other hand, seemed to care quite a bit. He hopped off her shoulder and onto the desk and stared at the blonde, as if trying to figure something out. He didn't, though, before the pencil landed dangerously close to him and he jumped right back on to her other shoulder.

She looked at the pencil.

Then at the blonde.

Then back at the pencil.

Did that really just happen?

She blinked, rationality telling her that no, she just flew the pencil and she was too tired to notice it. The problem with that was that sort of rationality left her when Jiminy joined her. "Uh, yeah. Did you...?" Was she another reincarnate? Jemissa knew there were others besides her and the other Pinocchio characters, so it was very possible. Leaning in to her ear while still scrutinizing the girl, Jiminy whispered "Yes, she's a reincarnate. A fairy, I think. Don't know which one. But not a villain." Well, that was helpful. Was she the fairy with the turquoise hair? "No. I would know if it was that fairy." Jiminy blushed and Jemissa smiled a bit.

So, faires of literature. Weren't there like seven just in Sleeping Beauty? There was one in Cinderella, too. The Fairy Godmother. Jiminy seemed to like that one, but Jemissa wanted to be sure. With one look from her, Jiminy jumped onto the girl's desk to see if she would react. Only awakened reincarnates could see him, so he waved to her, narrowing his eyes.

[ABIGAIL DUSTIN]

Although the Fairy Godmother didn't, Abby had always found her magic amusing. FG claimed that the magic was supposed to be good and go towards helping Cinderella (whom she suspected was Charley) find Prince Charming and that she could take it away just like that. Abby still continued to use the magic for little things, though, and FG hadn't taken it away. It was obvious to Abigail that the Fairy Godmother loved Marley's reactions to the little magic shows too much to stop them, though. 

It had been a while since Abigail had found another reincarnate and had been able to use magic around them. Technically, she shouldn't have. They were in a college classroom, after all, but Abby had a feeling her sleeping peers wouldn't be up soon enough to see anything. Now, who was this girl supposed to be? The cricket...it was on the tip of her tongue, but Abby seemed to be having a brain fart. 

"Uh, yeah. Did you...?" 

Abigail smirked. "Do what? This?" Abby narrowed her eyes in concentration, flicking her fingers ever so slightly to make the pencil wiggle around on the girl's desk. It wasn't much, but, "I need my wand for bigger things, and that's not coming out in class." Abby smiled. She hoped the girl wouldn't get too freaked out...magic was fun! And so were most other reincarnates. It wouldn't be cool if this girl got scared off because of a moving pencil. 

Oh, shit! What was that bug--oh. Abigail nearly had a full-fledged girl meltdown before realizing "oh hey, that must be her spirit." Abby waggled her fingers down at the cricket as a hello. Who was that? Abby thought for a moment. Cricket...psychology class...ohhoho! Jiminy Cricket! Fairy Godmother clucked her tongue. She was insistant on Abby getting to know this girl, though. Something about helper spirits...Abby wasn't sure. Thrusting out her hand, Abigail said, "Abigail Dustin, you can call me Abby. Or Fairy Godmother." Abby smiled as she made little blue sparks come out of her fingers. She always loved doing that when introducing herself to other reincarnates. Her last name was Dustin...why not sprinkle a little fairy dust? 

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notes;; oh god I don't even know what this is I'm so sorry it's gross and short please feel free to shoot me